Tarquin, just be glad your dad had a great job.
Not having anything to measure against, dad was ok, like Doug Dinsdale he was harsh but fair.
He never hardly nailed my head to the coffee table, but only because we didn't own one.
I wish I could find the front page from the Evening Times where two gunmen tried to hold up his pub, it would be late 69 or early 1970.
The headline read "Harry faces gunmen terror" how damn good is that?
Someone knocked the door around 8 AM, dad, thinking it was the cleaners opened it slightly, using the old trick of having your foot pressed against it.
Two guys outside told him to open up then produced a rather large pistol (as the years went by the bore grew to be the size of the Clyde tunnel).
Dad slammed the door shut with his foot, threw the lock into place and ran back into the bar.
After a few double whiskies (yes that was in the press report) he called the cops.
They drove him around Govan, looking for suspects, but nobody was ever found.
Definitely a life less ordinary.
